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Navia turned a deaf ear to the Son of God's persuasion.

"I'm just going in for a while to help you pack your luggage—or is there something shameful about you?"

He pushed the door open easily, pushing the struggling Sid behind it.

The dark horned dragon who followed them into the carriage also jumped out from behind him, walked to the carpet in the center of the room, and looked around.

Its nostrils flared, as if trying to use its sense of smell to find out the secret hidden in this room by the Son of Light.

"Those can't be shown to you," Sid argued. "It's just a hobby."

Navia looked at him for a while, then said with a smile, "I remember you like painting."

Master Shengzi's painting skills are average, and he was often ridiculed by Kailianna when he was a child.So after he became sensible, he would never touch brushes and paints, except when he had a fever, he would get excited about painting.

As for his former inventory, Sid originally planned to burn it down.But the headmaid begged him not to, and these were one of the few traces of Sid's childhood.

So Sid can only tuck the drawing board into a hidden corner.

Sid came back to his senses, Navia was looking down at him without saying a word.

That kind of wink can make people involuntarily give away their feelings.He glanced to the side guiltily.

Navia understood, gave Arnold a look, and signaled him to search under the bed.

The Dark Horned Dragon happily took his life, and then burrowed under the bed of the Son of Light.

It wagged its tail from side to side, and after a while, it dragged a cardboard box out of the shadows with its paws.

The cardboard box is naturally the masterpiece of the Son of Light in his early years.

The corner of Navia's mouth curved, and he joked, "My lord, can I appreciate it?"

"Okay..." Sid whispered, "but you can't laugh at me."

Navia complied and let go of his wrist.

Arnold pushed the carton up to the two of them.

Sid was about to run out the door, but was dragged back by the evil paladin, and had to sit aside, waiting for the remnants of his beautiful childhood to reappear in the world.

Navia slowly cut the tape with a knife, opened the box, took out the scrolls stacked inside, and refolded them.

The head maid really has a heart to help Lord Shengzi keep these things.He's going to put them in his bedroom...

While thinking, Navia glanced at a scroll of portraits, and suddenly paused with his fingers.

He looked at it carefully for a moment and asked, "What is this?"

The Holy Son obediently recognized the crooked handwriting in the lower right corner for him: "Prouvelle."

Navia was silent for a rare moment.

Then, he picked up the drawing paper and placed it in front of Sid.

On the yellowed drawing paper were a few crooked, black things.

In the center of the mass, he could just make out what looked like eyes, a nose, and lips.This is a human face.

Navia said softly and slowly: "Did you draw your Lord like this?"

Sid muttered, "He wasn't very good-looking."

Navia: "..."

"You just laughed!"

"You draw very well." Navia praised without blushing, "When I was your age, I probably only knew how to play with mud."

Arnold on the side also started laughing dryly.

Hehe... play, play with mud?

Mix the heart and soul of your brothers and sisters in the mud, and then, play?

Navia once told it lightly the story of her childhood.The way to survive for the Dark Co-Lord is to kill from the blood of the bones.

The nature of the abyss monster is bloodthirsty, and it can only possess the nature of rational restraint after reaching an adult body.It is only this man who can describe that kind of thing so fresh and refined.

Sid thought for a long time, but couldn't draw the scene of Navia rolling in the mud with his own mind.

It was too scary, he didn't dare to look at it.

Sid always felt that Navia was lying to himself, but this was the first time Navia mentioned the past in front of him.

He said, "You don't even tell me about your childhood."

Navia: "I'll tell you."

——When he remembered it all.

Navia and his dragons continue to revel in Sid's dark history with great pleasure.Sid found a gap and slipped out the door.

If he stayed in the bedroom any longer, Lord Shengzi felt that he would jump out of the window and escape.

Two rows of wall lamps are lit in the corridor.He closed the door, took a deep breath, and suddenly heard footsteps.

After finishing her lunch break, the lady led the servants through the corridor and met Sid in a narrow way.

Today's Mrs. Chelter is too gentle, which makes Sid feel a kind of creepy uneasiness.

"Good day, ma'am," he greeted bewilderedly.

"I just wanted to inform you. The Lord God sent you here. He was looking for you." Madam was slowly trimming her nails, and seemed not to notice Sid's paler face. too much."

After all, she looked at Sid with pity.

For those who are about to die, she does not hesitate to give some tolerance.

The servants behind Mrs. Chelt hung their heads tremblingly, pretending to be a group of deaf people.

They were raised in Chelt's manor since they were young, and they were branded with a curse after learning the secret of the Dark Guild.They are also not like the head maid who is favored by noble people, who can wash away the relevant memories and be released. In this mansion that eats people but does not spit out bones, they can only behave with their tails between their legs.

Sid lowered his head to sort out his emotions, and glanced back in the direction of the bedroom.

Madam noticed his eyes and smiled softly.

"If my guess is correct, Cañas Alder should be an insider?" She covered her nose and mouth with a folding fan, "If you use him up, he will go to hell with you, and he will end up miserable—"

Sid interrupted her: "You can just say it."

The Chelts love to talk in a twist.Sid hated this aristocratic habit.

Madame laughed.

"Liziya's little cousin is also a child with a high affinity for light elements. She is three years younger than you, maybe you remember that little girl."

Sid nodded silently.

When he came to the Holy Court for the first time to attend the selection meeting of the Son of Light, Lycia's cousin was sitting behind him.

The Pope in fine attire handed over the crown of the Son of Light to Sid without even asking the necessary questions.The little girl cried so loudly that Sid would remember her.

"She will take your place when you leave," said the madam. "She is still young, and you have to give her advice from now on."

"I have no status in the Holy Court."

Madam frowned: "Of course I know, so I just let you pass on your experience."

Sid raised his head: "Teach her how to be broken by the God of Darkness, use it for more than ten years and then eat it, and you have to bother teaching the latecomers?"

Mrs. Chelter was startled, she didn't expect Sid to refute herself, and sternly accused: "You have to call that adult the father!"

With a bang, the door of Sid's bedroom was knocked open, and a dragon fell to the ground.

Arnold was shocked in his heart.

Navia didn't mention Sid's real situation to it.

It only thought that the Son of Light was a simple but violent brown bear.

But why does the Holy Son of Light call Navia the Father?He is actually a spy?

Has the Son of Light's leg been broken?Or was it interrupted by Navia? !

Navia still wants to eat the bear? ! !

Isn't this his wife? ! ! !

Arnold felt his head was about to smoke.Fortunately, the dark horned dragon had read some secular novels written by humans when it was wandering in the mainland in its early years - its human language was also learned at that time - so its brain was like a match meeting a matchbox, and it instantly traced a A heart-shattering tragedy of legendary love and heart-wrenching.

use!broken leg!betray!

What a familiar element!

The dark horned dragon gasped.

It turned its sympathetic eyes to Navia, and silently drew an inverted cross on its chest with its paws.

However, after all, fiction is fiction and reality is reality.

Arnold felt that it was indeed more difficult for its owner to regain the understanding and love of the Son of Light like the scum in the article than for him to kill himself.

Oh God--

It sympathizes, but also has some gloating thoughts.

—May the ill-fated dark fire bless you.

Seeing the white-skinned dragon fell down in the corridor, Madam snorted coldly, turned around and left immediately.

Sid disappointed her.She didn't want to say another word.

It is a foregone conclusion that Lycia's cousin will become the next saint, or in other words, it is a foregone conclusion that the dark god will rule the mainland.There was no need for her to haggle over with a cheap adopted son.

She learned what Navia had done from Albert and Kaleena.She found she had indeed underestimated Sid Chelt.

The lady prides herself on her skills, otherwise she would not have been able to marry into the prestigious Chelt family.

To be honest, she has always hated this adopted son, not only because of her status, but also because she forced Sid Chelt for 18 years. In that way, from the bottom of my heart, I became an obedient and sensible Chelt's puppet.

After Navia helped Sid pack her luggage, she headed towards the Holy Court.

The inauguration ceremony of the Paladin Commander will be soon.He had to discuss matters with the Pope and Howard.

After the election of the ten bishops, 100% of the position of chief paladin fell to Navia.

Clara would never find out until she died that he actually welcomed the Dark God and his pet into the holy courtyard, and even made the former a paladin leader.

But he did do such a ridiculous thing, and before he knew it, the common enemy of the Alliance of Light took his most powerful pet, the dark horned dragon, Arnold, into the most sacred place of the Thrall Empire. place.

And he even, as an elder, kindly caressed the stupid head of the legendary dragon with a thousand kilograms of love tragedy, and talked and laughed happily with the deep and dark co-lord of the city.

Howard held holy water and stood beside the Pope.Consciously or unintentionally, his eyes drifted to the left and right of the handsome young man sitting down.

After a year of temptation, the young man is still the same as when he first met, a smiling tiger who kills without blood.

It was only recently that he discovered that he had underestimated this knight.

Navia has already become an undeniable figure in the Platinum Seat by virtue of the prestige established in the Holy Court. Even Howard and the ten bishops who are in charge of the Knights should be afraid of him three points.

In the rumors about Canias Alder spread by the Holy House to the Human Empire, something unexpected by the initiators was added.The reputation of Navia gradually surpassed that of the bishop, and gradually kept pace with the brave Francis.

And Clara never noticed it.

As Francis said, he was not good at politics.

Howard sighed.

Their Royal Highness, the Holy Son, has indeed recruited a great knight hero.